Turkeys @ MindSay


 

   
Bovine babysitter
Have you ever been driving down the road and seen an old cow surrounded by calves while all the other cows are off grazing? Well, that  bovine beauty is a "calf sitter". Yep, she keeps an eye on the little scamps while the mommies take a break and munch without interruption. Such an odd but dear practice in the animal kingdom.
I love cows. They're so docile and trusting.They eat, sleep, rear young and never complain or ask for anything.You see a little rough and tumble between calves, but generally they are peaceful and kind.

Well geese , now they're a whole different ballgame.They are easy to agitate and very vocal about it. They chase you down and bite your butt in a heartbeat. They even get annoyed with each other frequently.Their quite demanding and though they flock " together" I think it's all about safety. They take care of their babies and waddle around squawking all day till they get tired. Then then tuck their head under their wing and sleep until they're rested then they wake up and start all over again!

Turkeys, well they're just stupid. Range turkeys are pissed off at the world and turkeys raised in houses are clueless. They like to grab your shoelaces because they think they have found a "white worm" that must be eaten. They live to eat.....and to freak out. They'll spook in a heart beat and crowd to the end of the turkey house until they suffocate one another.I think it's living in those unnatural houses that makes them so nuts. They never seem to learn anything!
Wild turkeys are beautiful and  majestic. In fact the turkey was almost our national bird instead of the eagle.

Now dogs, they're much like humans.They vary in their personalities. Some are sweet and gentle, trusting and loyal. You can let them out in the yard and find them laying under a tree a few hours later. They want to curl up in your lap or by your side because their favorite place is with you.
But, others are angry, always looking for a fight.Let them out and they're gone with the wind.They keep to themselves and don't care if you ever show them any affection.
Dogs seem to display every emotion we have. Love, hate, pride, envy, jealousy,anger.
I can't imagine a world without dogs.

Now pigs....pigs suck.

I'm a goose. What are you?
 
 
   
 

Hunting Season has Begun

Hunting season has begun in the area.  And not only that I went a huntin this morning also!  I had to go have ANOTHER chit chat with DeLaney's teacher.

 

DeLaney's class is full of pre-puberty and full on puberty lil girls.  Mothers with girls can feel my pain!  The issue we chit chatted about today involved a student stealing DeLaney's spelling work and putting her name on it after crossing DeLaney's name out.  I have no clue what happened with the lil girl but I do know they had a conference with the parents last night.  DeLaney got Chess Club taken away from her over her making a "snide" sound to the other girl after the girl got caught with DeLaney's work.  I let the teacher know I don't appreciate DeLaney having Chess Club taken away from her for that and that alone.  And the next issue was the fact the lil girl and her lil cronie girls decieded to take it out on DeLaney at the end of the school day yesterday by taking DeLaney's things off and out of her desk and hiding them.  DeLaney was late on comign down to the vechile yesterday because she was trying to find her things.  The teacher was informed by me today of what happened.  I won't put up with it.  And if it happens again I'll bring a Tribal Officer or BIA Agent up to the school and press charges against the girls.  Oh and if another 8th grader feels the need on joining the lil ghetto ass girls in harrassing DeLaney during her time in the office again, I'll take it up with the 8th grade teacher and the 8th grader's parents.  I don't get free shit from the government or the tribe like the rest of the kids, I pay good ass money for my kids' school supplies.  I make it a point to go to different places to get different looking items so my kids can tell the difference from other kids.  If those kids want to lay their hands on my daughter's thing we are going to have issues.  I like DeLaney's teacher this year.  She is not putting up with shit anymore than I do.  She is making all those girls account for their behavor.  Now she is another None Indian teacher that feels that none indians should feel sorry for the indians but she also found out the first chit chat this white ass mamma grew up on the rez and won't have my chidlren bowing to indians or any race for that matter for what happened in the past.  Especially when my families didn't do shit to anyone but live their lives.  The teacher is working with me this year instead of blaming DeLaney for everything.  She is going to pass on information to the School Counselor (the teacher is really makign the counselor help her with this class of snotty lil girls-and yes DeLaney is one of them-I am no fool she is my daughter and is causing some of the issues also), they are going to have an imprompto class meeting with the counselor, the administrator and one of the priest today.  The teacher took me very seiously about bringing up an officer to press charges if the stealing continues.  She also took me very seiously when I said I had the Arch Dioceses out of Omaha on speed dial thanks to my mom who is a parishnor of the mission as are my children, and if the bullshit doesn't stop, I'll let the Arch Diocese know about the cartering to Indians and the none teaching of the Roman Catholic Doctrine.  And if they dont' do shit I'll take it all the way to the Vatican.  This Pope is all about Catholism and not catering to other cultures but the Roman way.  That bunched up the teacher's panites more than anything. 

 

As a parent I am all about holding my kids responsible for their actions.  DeLaney is comign off a month long gradantion for the last incident she was involved in at school.  Even though I feel she did no wrong but defend herself.  I grounded her for her knowledge of TKD and how she didn't realize she can hurt ppl now.  But I will NOT let my children bow to anyone.  They will stand tall, be proud of their ancestory and culture and I will back my children up.  I come from a line of Warriors, my husband comes from a line of Warriors and my children will be Warriors in anythign they do. 

 

Anyway as of this weekend I am very happy we will be gone for the start of hunting seasons opening.  I get really tired of the East/West Coasters and Southern People coming into the Midwest states and not abiding by the laws and common sense laws of hunting.  I am already seeing out of state license plates (out of state for us means any plates not from our tri state area and the surrounding states) with guns, bows, and dogs.  None of my family hunts the birds that are opening up this time so any shot heard in my area is going to constutie an immeditate phone call to the farm to my cousin to go find the truck to impound it on the farm till the cops get to the farm shop.  I am not playing this year.  I have a flock of 30 plus turkeys that roost near my house, I don't need a stray bow or bullet coming out of no where and hitting my kids or cats!  Plus our hosue sits in a hallow surrounded by feilds dumb asses from out of state don't look to see what house sits where.  On top of that they dont' follow tribal laws on where tribal land is and where it isn't.  They think jsut because they have a tribal permit on top of a state permit any and all land and fields is open game to them.  If the land isn't tribal owned it is private owned by Indian and None Indian alike and those hunters need permission.  I am also going to confescate any and all hunting dogs I see running near my house.  I have a nice supply of ground round that I'll lure them out of the fields with.  My Uncle and his boy inform me of when they allow anyone to hunt near my house.  And the Tribal DNR officer does the same thing because he doesn't like the fact his honorary grandkids (my kids) play outside and the out of state hunters don't always use their heads. 

 
 
 

   
Gobble gobble squawk.
Tuesday mornings, I go up to the church to help with the preschoolers. I love mornings, because the world is made new overnight, a lot of the stress from yesterday just lifted off while you were sleeping, and it seems as though there are uncovered secrets that much of the world misses in the morning.

Admittedly, I find the first and last of that list much more true around seven a.m. than ten, but the lateness of the morning didn't stop the twenty-one turkeys that crossed the road in front of me on the way there.

Yes, of course I counted. Stopped traffic in both directions, they did. :)
 
 
   
 

A mid-week country stroll
After dropping off Hagrid last Saturday, at his new harem, Wilma wanted to unhitch the trailer before driving us home. I opted instead, for us to walk home, amidst much whining from Kendall and his mom – BOTH of whom are far younger than me. It was a gorgeous day and I wanted to enjoy it, and in spite of all their whining (the walk home from Wilma’s place was less than 2 miles!), I think the kids actually ended up enjoying it as much as I did. So, in the midst of the mundane work day week, I thought you guys might also enjoy a stroll through our lovely little rural neighborhood.

Before leaving Wilma’s place, I got a shot of her new turkey. He has a girlfriend and 2 children. He’s a gorgeous bird, but I’ve always thought the way those male turkeys hold their heads is the most peculiar thing!





As we started up the road, I thought this was a sweet shot of Kendall and his mom…a heart-warming sight that at about this same time last year, I thought I’d never see. It's a good feeling.




Around the corner from Wilma’s farm is another farm with a few cows, 3 adorable donkeys and a LOT of dogs. The donkeys came out to check out all the commotion. Or did they come out to pose for a family portrait?




On down the road, is yet another farm. The lady here raises ponies and goats. The ponies were out but I didn't see a single goat. They were probably having a community meeting on the subject of the neighborhood's most available bachelor goat moving to a harem a ways up the road.








As we turned the corner onto another road, more pastoral views of the surrounding farmland. Barns and shed abound around here...both old and abandoned...

 


...and new.




I thought this tree on the side of the road made a rather striking subject against the clear blue sky.




In the cattle pasture to our left, I noticed an oddity. You've heard of the black sheep? Well here was a white sheep in the midst of a field of black cattle. It was the only one of its kind that I saw. Must be a new pet of Jack and Wilma's?




Another abandoned barn.




As we made our final turn towards home onto our road, I caught a shot of our neighbor's gourd birdhouses for Martins. (I said Martins, not Martians.) These houses have hung here in this yard for as long as I've lived here...well over  30 years. If I had a way to hang them, I'd have some on my place too.




In the same yard, we were attacked by a ferocious watch dog...one of the many perils of a stroll in the country. We were deeply traumatized by the unexpected attack of this beast, but we survived.




Just up the road from our place, is another pasture with a horse...of course. I think every farm around here has at least one or 2 panels of chain link fencing leaned up against a pasture fence. On a farm, one never knows when a panel of chain link fencing might be sorely needed for some unexpected emergency...or a new addition to the farm.




Not every farm however, is fortunate enough to have some nostalgic farming equipment on display.




When we got home, Elliot was aroused from his nap. Laying around the yard all day can be quite exhausting.




And perhaps now, after this long walk, you too are ready to turn in for the night. Here's wishing you all sweet dreams of the disappearing country side of rural America. I'm SOOOO grateful to live in such a place as this. And SOOOO grateful to have good friends like you guys to share it with.

Smiley
 
 
 

   
Thanksgiving Day Agenda
Gorge on food.
Watch a movie.
Take a nap.
Wake up.
Gorge on leftovers.
Watch another movie.
Take another nap.
Wake up.
Gorge on more leftovers.
Watch another movie.
Take another nap.
Reject any and every thought about having to go to work tomorrow, about financial woes, lawyers and their plush leather sofas and/or couches, etc.
Gorge on more leftovers.
Watch another movie.
Take another nap.
Etc., etc.,  etc.

May your Thanksgiving Day be as gloriously wanton in fleshly indulgements and debauchery also. And may we all be thankful that we still have the freedom and means to do so.

(Not to mention, may we all be thankful that we are not turkeys...)
 
 
   
 

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